So grievously did he feel for the loss of that half-sovereign that for some moments he could think of nothing else.

His heart burned against Polly.

What had she got to do with those people in the big house?
How could he be sure that it did not imply some shameful secret?
And he must go throwing away his hard-earned money! Gladly he would have spent it on a supper for Polly; but to pay ten shillings for a half-crown drive! A whole blessed half-sovereign! Another carriage drove up and stopped at the next house.

Christopher remembered that he must discover the address, an easy matter enough.

He found that the square was called Stanhope Gardens; he noted the number of the house with flowers.